[music:The Weekend Has Landed.mp3]
The Weekend has Landed!
All the exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and
parties
I've got 48 hours off from the world, man
I'm gonna blow steam out of my head like a screaming kettle
I'm gonna talk codshit to
strangers all night
I'm gonna lose the plot on the dancefloor
The free
redicals inside me are freaking man!
Tonight I'm Jip Travolta, I'm
Peter Popper
I'm going to never never land with my chosen family, man
We're going to get more spaced out than Neil Armstrong ever did
Anything could happen tonight, you know? This could be the best night
of my life!
I've got 73 quid in my back burner
I'm gonna wax the lot,
man!
The milky bars are on me! YEAH!